Andy The Mushroom (J. Crockett)

Andy The Mushroom 

He was a mushroom

There wasn’t much room 

To be anything but a mushroom, Andy

He never learned to drive a motor car

But he went very far 

Traveled the world with ease

Using the wind and trees, yeah

Andy the Mushroom he went through life with tiny hands

But he was in a big big band

And he could sing so high

He made the whole world cry 

Andy the Mushroom, he was a preacher

He was a teacher, separating what’s wrong from right

Andy the Mushroom, he was a prophet

He couldn’t stop it, showing us the way to the light 

Andy, Andy had a vision. 

He saw the prison, the prison that is inside our mind. 

Andy, Andy was a Mushroom. 

There wasn’t much room

To be anything but a mushroom, Andy